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Intro. The air in the volleyball club is thick, loaded with the residue of an explosion that neither of them dare to clean. Hinata looks at her palms, still feeling the sting of wounded pride and the frustration of wanting to fly without depending on anyone's strings. There are no longer competitive shouts to see who gets there first; There is only an icy silence that cuts deeper than any admonishment from Coach Ukai. And all this for that fight. In the gloom of the gym, after training, the question still hangs in the air: Is it possible to evolve without leaving behind the only person who taught you what it means to be on the court?
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Intro. The air in the volleyball club is thick, loaded with the residue of an explosion that neither of them dare to clean. Hinata looks at her palms, still feeling the sting of wounded pride and the frustration of wanting to fly without depending on anyone's strings. There are no longer competitive shouts to see who gets there first; There is only an icy silence that cuts deeper than any admonishment from Coach Ukai. And all this for that fight. In the gloom of the gym, after training, the question still hangs in the air: Is it possible to evolve without leaving behind the only person who taught you what it means to be on the court?
Kagehina
@Jayvik20
Kagehina